It’s leap day. Like a day that doesn’t exist, where we can step out of time, or an extra day to do with what we wish.
Leap day has always been interesting for me. I’ve often wondered why it’s not celebrated like some other occasions. We have other holidays, why not celebrate something that only comes around every four years?
There’s an interesting sense of hope and possibility that bleeds out into the rest of the year. Maybe it’s silly, and I know there’s a technical reason for it, but it’s like, if an extra day can be added to a year, what other magical things could happen?
Then I suppose you need to get into how a year is determined, but that’s not really the point. It’s a chance for reset, to reevaluate some things, maybe even to remind us that there’s something far bigger than us.
Sometimes we get so caught up in our own lives thinking this is all there is. But it isn’t. There’s so much more. There’s so much beauty in the world, and far beyond it. There’s a Creator of all things, and leap day is just another reminder of how small we really are.
I am so thankful for true friends. The people who seem to know your very soul, and love you anyway. They love the face behind the mask. They are such a blessing and a comfort
I’ve been very fortunate and blessed to have several of these people in my life. They add so much fullness and joy. Today, I’m thankful for them. They are so precious and I couldn’t even fully express how much their love means to me.
Today was one of those amazing, perfect days where so many things finally clicked and came together. I’ve realized where a lot of my thought patterns come from (or at least what they are in more detail) and it opens up a new way of looking at myself. It’s better. More complete.
To add on top of that the weather was simply perfect! I was able to go for a nice, long walk in the amazing spring air. It was so good to feel the world come alive again. Then when we got back we left the windows open to let in the fresh breeze.
Maybe that was why everything finally clicked today, my mind just needed some movement. Something to tell it it’s okay to live and breathe. This is how I begin to grow.
A rose, warm tea, and some books. Rain falling outside my window. Maybe a little writing. It’s the perfect night. What more could a girl ask for?
I love relaxing evenings like this. It’s good to take some time to unwind and enjoy the little positives in life.
What are some of your favorite ways to relax?
There are some groups that we feel a part of, others we don’t. It’s like an invisible wall between us and other people. Keeping them out, keeping us in.
Sometimes the mask feels safe. It hides us from the world, and if anyone doesn’t like us, we find comfort in knowing that it’s not the real us that they judge, because we never let them in that close. Never let them see our scars and our pain.
All of us with our painted faces, what a beautiful mess we are.
One of the worst feelings is being surrounded by people and yet still feeling so alone. I have some groups where I feel so loved and accepted, and known. I have others that just affirm my isolation and all the secrets I keep from the world.
I wonder if the walls will ever be torn down. I wonder if it matters. Sometimes walls feel safe, sometimes they’re necessary, and sometimes we use them to deceive ourselves.
I have some true friends, I am eternally grateful for them. They are blessings far beyond anything I deserve or could have imagined or picked out for myself, and yet God has chosen to bless me with them anyway.
I’m so thankful for the people I can come unmasked with. The safe ones. The people who see me for who I really am, and love me anyway. They are one of the greatest gifts. I take off my mask, and lay it down.
Oh how I wish I could paint! It’s such a lovely, snowy day, just perfect for cuddling up inside with a blanket and a cup of tea or hot chocolate. I could sit for hours, just allowing my mind to drift. How different would it be if only I could paint the images in my mind onto a blank canvas and into the world we call our reality.
I suppose that’s why I write. It isn’t always smooth, or beautiful, but it’s just one way to get these things that I see and feel out into the world; out beyond just myself, allowing them the ability to speak to others.
I’m thankful for this day, for this ability. I’m thankful for photography too. Art has a pure and simple way of speaking, something that cannot merely be captured in words, but has to be seen and felt. I only wish that I could capture those moments in my mind, and translate them to paper.
I’ve reached a bit of a writing block as of late. I’m not really sure what I’m doing or trying to say. I write myself in circles and never seem to get any further along. I plan to remedy that, but I also want to have the patience to give the story the time it needs to become complete, not merely strung together.
So for now I wait in the silence, enjoying the freshly falling snow while sipping a warm cup of tea safely beyond the winter’s cold reach. Thinking, and dreaming, of a world far beyond. Maybe, just maybe, someday that dream will become a reality.
Do any of you have pieces of art that inspire you? I’d love for you to share them in the comments.